To Hell With the Beer

Hey there bartender won't you pour me something strong
Something to drown the fact she's up and gone
The house is a mess
There ain't nothing left
I must confess

I don't care if it's Irish
Or from Tennessee
It could be Russian
That'd be fine me
Whatever gets it done
And blacks out her memory
To hell with the beer
Pour me a whiskey

Hey there bartender I bet you get this all the time
So keep the whiskey flowing as I pour out my mind
I know what they say
It'll all be okay
But it's been a hell of a day

I don't care if it's Irish
Or from Tennessee
It could be Russian
That'd be fine me
Whatever gets it done
And blacks out her memory
To hell with the beer
Pour me a whiskey

I don't care if it's Irish
Or from Tennessee
It could be Russian
That'd be fine me

Jack or George Dickel
Or Jeremiah Weed
With some kind of mixer
On the rocks or neat
Whatever gets it done
And blacks out her memory
To hell with the beer
Pour me a whiskey
To Hell with the beer
Pour me a whiskey



Credits
Writer(s): Zach Johnson, Bryan Loweree, Johnathan Shaw
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